Artist: Scarface
Song Title: Dying With Your Boots On
Trouble seems to catch a ************ with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, ****'s getting hard now
These **********ing cops be planting **** on these *****s
Simply because these *****s got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you **********ing rollers
Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of ************s who be jocking Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a ************, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales
*****s just take your cut and get your *** up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a ****-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' something in my ****
Just because you ain't got ****, *****!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can **** with a million dollar *****
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shooking Indo
Getting ****ed up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that ************ is when you whip that ************
And we choke the ************ (Man, **** that ************!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared ************, you dyin with boots on

[Chorus]
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Dying with ya boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Yeah

[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner

[Inmate]
**** that! It was Brad dog, I ain't going out by myself

*****s getting caught, doing time, so they snitching
They picking *****s up on a funky *** suspicion
We'll be going down for some questioning we think
And end up getting hit with the ****ing kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're *****s and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners
They start bringing up **** that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, *****, they ****in time!
You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day
And selling out your homeboys ain't the ****
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this *****, *****!
Lobbing with ya white suits on
And dying with ya **********ing boots on

(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)

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